After the war horse was split into pieces, it finally failed to return to its original state, but Yang Jing was secretly frightened, what strange means did Zheng Jianan use to make this group of war horses seem to have an immortal body?

But there was no time to think about these things now, and the horses were already rumbling towards him, and the knights on the horses were swinging their swords and slashing at him, and surrounded him in the center, and the situation was very dangerous.

Yang Jing roared and swung his axe to meet him. Even if the other party is fierce and weird, but he has never flinched in the battlefield, only to die in battle, and not to flee defeated, weird is weird, kill the past.

However, those war horses are too terrifying, with unimaginable vitality, even if an axe is split in half, it can be recovered, even if Yang Jing is brave, not long after, he will fall into the disadvantage.

Chen Yang shot two sharp glances in his eyes, and said, "Zheng Jianan, just tie your hands, or I'll break your son's head now!"

As he spoke, he pressed his palm on Zheng Fu's head again.

Zheng Fu felt the terrifying power contained in Chen Yang's palm, and he was so frightened that he went limp, and cried: "Father, quickly tell those cavalrymen to stop!"

When Zheng Jianan saw this scene, his pupils shrank, and a trace of worry and anxiety flashed in his eyes, but this worry and anxiety disappeared in an instant, and he laughed out loud instead, and said, "Nandi, do you think I'm a fool? Now that I'm letting them stop and let you go, won't you retaliate when the time comes?"

"Hmph, instead of this, it is better to take this opportunity today to kill you and never suffer in the future!"

Chen Yang's voice gradually became cold, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Do you really want your son's life?" said that the palm of his hand was raised, and a dazzling light of true qi was spit out from the palm, as long as Chen Yang fell gently, Zheng Fu immediately died of brain breaking.

Zheng Jianan's expression suddenly became fierce, and he shouted sharply: "Kill him, kill him! My son is dead, I can be reborn, if I die, there will be nothing left!"

"Nandi, you will die today, and the Heavenly Trench Guild will inevitably be devoured by me!"

When Zheng Fu heard that Zheng Jianan didn't care about his life or death, he was immediately furious and scolded: "You old dead ghost! You don't even save your son! You are too cold-blooded! You are a bastard!"

There was also a sense of desperation in the scolding. He knew he was going to die.

Chen Yang didn't expect that this Zheng Jianan would be so vicious, and he didn't care about Zheng Fu's life and death at all, and at that moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said:

"It's worthy of the existence of the Blue Devil Mercenary Regiment that has been single-handedly formed, and it is indeed a heroic figure, but do you think that you can kill me with just these cavalry? ”

After speaking, Chen Yang's expression turned cold, and a smug aura swept out.

Zheng Jianan only felt a violent and raging aura surging towards him, and he felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but take a step back.

And Chen Yang is shot.

Swish!

As soon as he took a step, he had already come to Yang Jing's side, stretched out his hand and patted it at will, and with a bang, the heads of a batch of war horses exploded out of thin air.

The war horse fell to the ground, and the knight on the horse also fell, Chen Yang lightly slapped a palm and hit him in the chest, and with a bang, the armor of his whole body exploded and scattered in all directions.

After Chen Yang killed this knight, he was ready to continue to deal with others, but when he saw his appearance, he was suddenly shocked.

The knight's face was pale and puffy, his eyes were blank, and he had a gunshot wound to his temple, a penetrating wound, from the left temple to the right one, and a bullet had penetrated it.

It's clearly a dead body!

The corpses of dead people who have long since died!

Chen Yang's mind was racing, and he understood it at once. No wonder whether it is this war horse or this knight, they will not die if they are beaten twice at once, it turns out that they are already dead, but they are manipulated!

These small countries in Southeast Asia have many strange methods, such as head-lowering techniques or something, which are gloomy and weird. Obviously, the batch of dead corpses and war horses that appeared in front of him should also be some kind of weird means!

"Humph!"

Chen Yang snorted coldly, instead of fear, his eyes were as cold as electricity, and he said coldly: "Zheng Jianan, no wonder you dare to show up, it turns out that you have learned some side ways, but do you think that this little evil art can defeat me?"

When the words fell, Chen Yang swept out like lightning, and came to a war horse, with the light of true qi in his palm, and slapped on the knight's head at once, and then only heard a loud "bang", and the knight and the war horse exploded suddenly under the night sky, crushing the explosion.

In this way, no matter how strange this war horse and knight are, it will be difficult to resurrect.

And after smashing a war horse and a knight like this, Chen Yang did not stop, and flashed out again, appeared in front of another horseman, slapped it with one palm, and repeated it, only heard the sound of "bang" and "boom", and the knights of the war horses in the field exploded one after another.

Zheng Kanan saw that the cold hair on his body stood on end, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"My God, Emperor Nan is too terrifying, even this kind of death knight can easily destroy ......" Zheng Jianan thought in horror in his heart, but when he thought of the person behind this death knight, his heart was a little calmer.

"With them, even if Nandi has the means to reach the sky, he will not escape death. ”

Between words.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

A few chuckles suddenly sounded in the distance, and the laughter was filled with endless strange and evil meanings.

Chen Yang shouted angrily: "What is there to pretend to be a ghost, come out for me!" said a palm suddenly slapped out, and suddenly, a strong and terrifying palm wind swept out and rushed into the distance.

The barren grass lay on the ground, the dead leaves rolled wildly, and suddenly in the grass in the distance, a few fifteen or sixteen-year-old children appeared!

The children were giggling, dressed in blood-red clothes, with mouths that were about to crack to the base of their ears, and their teeth were so white and sharp that they were like ghosts.

All five of their fingers were shaking rapidly, and the ten fingers were wrapped with a thin red thread that could not be seen if you didn't look closely, and the other end of the red thread was connected to the death riders.

Chen Yang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly recognized it.

"Puppetry!"

This is an extremely strange and terrifying method. The caster has to go to great lengths to find the able-bodied living and kill them in the most brutal way when they are at the peak of their physical strength, leaving them to die with resentment.

Then, he manipulated the dead soldiers through a series of means, making their bodies hard as iron, and possessing extremely strong healing powers, and finally being able to manipulate them into battle.

(End of chapter)